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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell
Harbour
Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly
Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom
Weather gods throwing snow and ice
When all nature was supposed to be nice
But these tiny little yellow buggers
They seem like nothing them bothers
Sprouting out at will, none of them ill
Growing even stronger, day by day still
Even on this hard rocky place
Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay
The first flowers of spring
Will stay just there and swing
“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell
Harbour
The ripples on the water’s surface
The wind getting more and more restless
Tiny drops of soft rain on my face
As outside for the first time I dare
Due to the signs of spring
I wanted to get out and sing
Dance and frolic, like a new born
I would have preferred nothing to have worn
As the warming weather, is finally letting
Me to shed down my winter coat
Maybe even dare to take out a boat
A row, row myself, across the moat
“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell
Harbour
Sunshine on a cloudy day
Will leave you with a smiley face
A Sunday’s stroll to the seaside
Into nature now so open wide
Forgetting the winter’s pest
As spring time is at its best
Enjoying the sounds of nature
On this afternoon, with pleasure
So many faces basking in the sun
Animals and children playing, having fun
The best time of the year is here
Guess it is a good time as any to cheer!
“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
There in the distance
A small cottage glistens
An image on top of the cool waters surface
Is it a mirage or made on purpose?
Once you have crossed that bridge
Taken the jump over the ledge
You have finally arrived to a place
Where nothing move, and everything stays
Always the same, maybe a tad lame
For some, this is a challenge, a game
Of survival of the fittest
But some of us just enjoy, the balance
Silence, roar, sun, storm
Changes so mild, even if the nature is wild
Human, animal, all equal
And just maybe, there will be sequel
Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
A bridge carrying you over
To the paradise, or sort of
It’s an island surrounded by water
Maybe even get, a pet otter
Alas it’s heaven for those
Whom seek solitude and prose
So come on down get your dose
Of eternal, sometime surreal
Dream of the Finns
Where life really begins
On an island, in the middle
Of nowhere, without a paddle
“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
What, do you see?
Rock, and the eternal sea?
Or something else?
A dream?
Harsh life on an island
Nothing to keep you smiling
No grass, no trees
Blues, greys as far as you can see
Maybe so,
But before you step in that dingy and row
There is much more than sorrow
If you can let some time borrow
The nature wild and rough
Most of it still untouched
The wildlife may wary
Hope you wont get scary
Of birds a flocking
Especially when you’re cooking
And then plentiful sun
Under that surely some fun
But remember the changing weather
Better buckle up with a tether
When the cool storms hit
Then you really are up for shit!
“Look back, all they way back” Gun Roswell
Three times the Ruins
The Amphi-Theatre
Only, in the city of Athens
Can you find, a theatre, on top of the ruins
The ghosts of all the ancient thespians
Playing their parts better than any one alive can
Listen,learn, and take a good long around
The buildings and mighty castles might haven been torn down
Pillaged, plundered, and even burnt to the ground
But inside these walls of history, there are secrets to be found
Sit down on the rock solid seats near
Wait a moment, for the actors to appear
Enjoy the play, of tales from the past
You can stay as long as you like,
For his performance will forever last
“Look back, all they way back” Gun Roswell
Three times the Ruins
Marble on Turquoise
Marvel the marbles so pristine
Even after centuries, in the sunlight they gleam
The skies so blue, in every shade of hue
Sometimes turning into turquoise, maybe by choice
But stunning no less, I must confess
The ancient ruins, the pillars of knowledge
Just as knew and shiny like brought here from storage
Telling us all kinds of stories
From the past, until today, but never boring
Structures, architecture, just feel that texture
They don’t build them like they used to
That is one thing for sure!
“Look back, all they way back” Gun Roswell
Three times the Ruins
View from up Here
Once you have climbed to the tallest of mountains
The view, from up there, is nothing short of breathtaking
City scapes of the ancient past, may not have long to last
But the tales of endless history, will even the evidence surpass
Sit a moment, enjoy the silence
Then listen carefully, of the whispers
Of all those, whom here before you have passed
They have left their mark, just look in the grass
The footfalls may have fainted, the buildings now tainted
But remembering the times of yester year
Means nothing ever will ever disappear
As long as we remember our own past, it will here forever last
“The plane boss, the plane!”
Sunset Landing
Late in the day, the sun setting, moon coming to play
But the last rays, gorgeous, in the tiny window displayed
Seated, with belts, waiting, patiently, for the inevitable
When the short landing strip, will be finally visible
Soon enough, the sign is up
The voice in the speaker, preparing this seeker
The journey, of a life time awaits
Can hardly in my seat or skin stay
A little time, after dark, after landing on the mark
Stepping out in to the great unknown, into the adventure bold
Friendly faces greeting, I am soon deep in
With warm, moist air on my skin, the pale moon light on the trail
It is time, to begin, living, again
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